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As I was cleaning my room, I found a draft poem which I wrote when I was having coffee and waiting for friends. It was half written still but I found some inspiration to make some editing and completed it. Imagine yourself having coffee looking down at a busy square. A guy playing live music right in the middle of Bath, surrounded by passer-bys and the old yellow buildings in Bath. Enjoy!

Seasons passes us by,
hour hand never stops,
much time has gone.
Evergreen music infuse past into present,
accompanied by buildings in Bath still standing strong,
against the procession of weather elements.
Shades of grey left behind by time,
as it walks its rounds.
Behind each stone tells a story, I am sure,
for this is the result from the test of time.